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[wingedtiger]

because i finally found a good gif

post top-levels or continuations or whatever you feel like. i don't care if you're a total stranger and we've never threaded

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[wingedtiger]

[ Owie. So mean, Masamune. ]

--It is cute to perform a blatantly romantic gesture!!

[ That's his point! Masamune, you can't escape your cuteness!! Now BLUSH LIKE A CUTE MAIDEN, DAMMIT-- ]

[vengaboy]

[HE MIGHT BE. JUST A LITTLE. Or maybe it's just a flush from alcohol, or the glow from the setting sun. He'll go with one of those.]

Shit, you're determined to win on this one? Fine, if you say so.

[If he plays it off as nothing he wins, right?]

[wingedtiger]

[ He is always determined to win everything if he's up against Masamune!

That reaction is incredibly underwhelming. Too underwhelming. Calculatedly underwhelming... This is most certainly a ploy!

Yukimura leans in close. ]

I won't accept a lukewarm victory, Lord Masamune!

[ He's not entirely sure what his endgame is, but... it doesn't matter! ]

[vengaboy]

[Ah yes, back to comfortably having the upper hand. King in his own castle. Literally.

A lazy smile spreads over his face.]

And just what are you going to do about it?

[wingedtiger]

[ Hm. What is he going to do about it?

For starters, he leans in even closer. Super close.

Okay, good, he's really close.

...Part two of this excellent plan is... he's going to find a way to make Masamune blush! Red all over! Heart pounding in his chest while cherry blossoms flutter!!

Yukimura grabs Masamune by the hands.

And. ]

I am going to tell you... that I love every part of you! The gentle parts and the ruthless parts, the "partying" parts and the somber parts! The part of you that would strike me down and take my head, and the part of you that would drag me back from the depths of hell!

[ He went full-on heartfelt. ]

[vengaboy]

[CRITICAL HIT!!

Well, what else did he expect? He challenged Yukimura, and Yukimura never disappoints. That's why Masamune loves him so much, too.

...Bastard.

He purses his lips tightly, struggling to maintain his composure, but it is way too late for that. His cheeks are definitely flushed deeper than he can pin on one measly little drink, and his eye shines with vulnerability. He drops his gaxe and huffs a small laugh. Squeezing Yukimura's hands.]

Even this embarrassing and "cute" part of me done in by a few sappy words, I bet.

[wingedtiger]

[ VICTORY!!

This blushing Masamune is as adorable as adorable gets. This is the power of an earnest tiger!! ]

Without a doubt.

[ Yukimura's gaze could not be more fond. ]

I will tell no one of how cute you are capable of being. It will remain a secret.

[ Even Yukimura can keep secrets! Really! ]

[vengaboy]

[Says the guy who was just yelling about it not even a minute ago...

Masamune closes his eye, one corner of his mouth curving in good humour.]

Not everyone would love the less cool side of me. This so-called cute side, the side that still needs guidance from time-to-time... [The side that so desperately wants to feel this kind of love but is too afraid to ask.] The parts that are more man than Dragon.

You really are one of a kind, Sanada Yukimura.

[wingedtiger]

[ He can't imagine not loving those sides of Masamune. It feels only natural that he should. ]

That you are human is not something that should be held against you. I am only human, too.

[ They all are. Just humans doing their best.

Yukimura pulls him into a hug, and speaks into Masamune's ear. ]

But for each soul that cannot accept this, I vow to love your humanity all the more fiercely.

[vengaboy]

[Even if he is one very such soul?

If there are parts of himself that Masamune still cannot accept, let alone love, then maybe it's enough to love the part of Yukimura that does instead. This beautiful human being.

He clings tightly to Yukimura, burying his face into his shoulder. Hiding his big, stupid smile.]

...Yukimura.

[wingedtiger]

[ Yukimura swears his heart stops for a good few seconds.

That was his name. Just his given name, no "Sanada" preceding it.

It's just as much of a shock as any "I love you"; every bit as impactful. ]

...Masamune?

[ Is that alright, then? Can he call him that? ]

[vengaboy]

[Not even Kojuro's been that bold. It is a little jarring to hear, but he likes it. Loves it, even.

(Of course, he still fully intends to dramatically scream out SANADAAAA YUKIMURAAAA in battle, because he loves that, too.)]

Well, Yukimura... I think I owe it to you to love you at least as much in return. Be it with my words or my flesh or through any other means.

[A very well-timed explosion crackles in the air over the castle town, raining down golden sparks. Masamune glances out at it and perks up.]

Ahh. About time!

[There's a long pause after the starting signal before a bigger cluster of fireworks is set off. Masamune's more than happy to sacrifice part of the New Year's supply for a night like this.]

[wingedtiger]

[ He called him Yukimura again, and it's not even the thing that carries the most impact. Hearing a vow like that would be enough to make him cry, normally. The only reason he doesn't is the sudden shock of the explosion. Those golden sparks... are they what he thinks they are?

He waits with bated breath, and sure enough, a flurry of fireworks follow in the wake of the first one. ]

Magnificent...! I had not anticipated fireworks, Masamune!!

[ That beautiful view is all the more compelling with colorful sparks filling the sky. Yukimura looks downright enchanted. ]

[vengaboy]

[It's better that Yukimura watches the fireworks instead of looking at Masamune's face right now, because his big fat smarmy smirk is a real mood-killer.]

So, how much does it outdo the previous view?

[wingedtiger]

The difference is so great it cannot be measured!!

[ It's a real treat to behold, and it makes his heart swell to think that Masamune wanted him to see this. ]

[vengaboy]

Yeah, I figured you'd like it.

[He really wanted to be balls deep while Yukimura watched the display, but this still isn't bad. And it's not like the show's over yet...

He shifts his position to sit behind Yukimura somewhat and pull him into his lap, arms around his waist.]

[wingedtiger]

[ There's still plenty of time for that lube to make its grand appearance (as shocking and unexpected as the fireworks themselves).

Yukimura's more than happy to get comfortable in Masamune's lap. The fireworks-watching experience can only be improved by cuddling. He sighs contentedly. ]

Such bright colors, contrasted against the darkness of the sky... This will be a lasting memory, Masamune.

[ It does feel odd to say his name without any honorific attached, but he figures that means he's just going to have to keep saying it until he gets used to doing so. ]

[vengaboy]

Good! I'd just plain old be offended if you went and forgot after I put all this together for you.

[Will they remember it as birds flitting about together in the next life? He wonders. Will a more peaceful existence still give them reason to meet?

He rests his head against Yukimura's shoulder this time. Whatever happens, he wants to remember this moment of peace. The warmth of a pulse beneath his touch that isn't in rapid decline; explosions of bright colour and wonder that aren't followed by screams and the stench of charred earth. Being able to hold an enemy as a lover instead.

He brushes Yukimura's long hair aside to kiss at the back of his neck, slow and delicately.]

[wingedtiger]

[ Yukimura's whole body shivers with the kiss. He likes when they do it rough -- of course he does -- but nothing suits right now better than gentle intimacy. He tilts his head to give Masamune better access. ]

I am thankful... no, I am far more than thankful. I fear that words alone will fail to convey the depths of my gratitude, and how much this evening means to me.

[ The view and the fireworks are splendid, but the most wonderful part is that Masamune wanted to share these things with him. ]

[vengaboy]

Fortunately for you, I've never cared much for words alone. [And yet he loves poetry...] But I know the heart behind them well enough to believe in them.

[Even if he can be naive at times when it comes to the harsher realities of the world (less so these days, though that's a mixed blessing), Yukimura's conviction in his own feelings has always been strong and pure. Though it may be embarrassing to hear, Masamune can still listen to Yukimura speak of love and know he'll act on it without hesitation, for better or for worse.

He isn't someone who'd flee from his responsibilities and then have the gall to try to tell others how to care for the people and land that they love.

Masamune traces his fingertips along Yukimura's nape, from his hairline to the ridges at the base of his neck and back again.

And then he stands.

Because within this room (within practically every room) is a decorative display of blades, of which Masamune takes the smallest and regards the gilded sheath thoughtfully.]

[wingedtiger]

[ Yukimura savors every warm admission, every tender touch Masamune has to offer. He loves this. He loves him.

Where would they be now if Yukimura hadn't faced his own heart and realized his feelings? To think that he could have missed out on this...

But they're here now, and that's what matters.

Yukimura watches Masamune with curiosity as he stands and examines one of the decorative blades.

(Of course he has all these decorative blades on display. Peak Masamune decoration.) ]

What are you thinking?

[vengaboy]

[Peak Masamune decor is the gold leafed sliding screen door with the phoenix, or a steaming dragon arena carved into the mountainside, come on. This is Masamune Lite. Even if the display does hold six blades.]

I'm thinking... it's well past time we started carrying a physical reminder of this moment as well.

[wingedtiger]

[ OKAY, TRUE. BUT STILL. THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT HE EXPECTS OF MASAMUNE'S DECORATING.

Yukimura's expression grows yet more curious, but with a touch of understanding. ]

Carving the memory into our skin... That is what you mean?

[ Sounds kinky. ]

[vengaboy]

Atta boy.

[He makes his way back over to Yukimura, slowly drawing the knife from its case. He turns it to reflect the light from oil lamps and distant fireworks both.]

The scars from our battles are ones I look upon with pride and- yeah, you could say love. ...I'd just as gladly shed blood for times like these if it meant I could summon that same feeling anytime, any place.

[wingedtiger]

[ When Masamune describes it that way, Yukimura is certain he's on board with this. No matter what might happen in the future, that eternal physical reminder of this moment, of their bond, would ground him. Give him the strength to persevere.

And even in quiet and peaceful times, just glancing at that mark would remind him of Masamune, and this wonderful night. ]

I understand... And I, too, want what I am feeling right now -- these feelings I harbor for you -- to be etched into this body of mine.